Bison, Bottle
Bison, bottle up a brew.
Boiled above a fire.
Mantle earth, the stoked red flue.
Core beneath, blue dire.
Trick of modern man, orange plan.
Deadpan, zombie horde.
Tub in which they scrub, black ban.
Widow white, reward.
Awesome force, know risk? Remorse?
Killer's knife, off course?
Paranormal, high horse? Source:
Zoanthrope or zorse?
In fact, formidable? Sure.
Underworld, thy tour?
Bottled essence, keeping pure?
Disease fatal, cure?
Opponent or enemy?
These problems reduce.
Latter, sink it in the sea.
Former, set to use.
Priory, civil or short?
Element, burn fine.
Spark in heart, green out of sort?
Lachrymose, lark, line.
Brine salty sea, zymurgy.
Brewing up a drink?
Life is vicious. So are we?
Anyway, ink. Blink.
Rook roundabout, riddle read.
Shiny objects sought.
World, tan tweed, grit game glass greed.
Sold, old? Bought, robot?
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